Photo is not mine. As always, comments are appreciated.
Why can’t everything be perfect? My grades, My emotions, My words, My thoughts, My life? Why can’t I wake up each morning Without the fear The nausea The anxiety That today, everything unravels? Why can’t my inbox be perfectly sorted, My essays flawlessly written, My parents pleased My teachers thrilled My siblings starstruck And my life neatly put together? Why can’t I just be perfect?
